Date: Mon, 19 Oct 2015 21:06:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Dad's New Dimensions

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*****

Man, he'd gotten thick. I'd been overseas for work for a few months, and
when I'd come back, his little bit of middle-aged spread had grown into a
big, hard, rounded gut. I almost bust out laughing at the size of his
belly, but I was intrigued too, at how he still had all his big, thick,
powerful, fur-coated muscles. How surprisingly hot it looked on him, the
big rounded swell. It made me think things, taboo things, impossible things
about the guy. Even more taboo than what we already had. He read all that
in my face, the big hunky bastard could always read me like a book, and he
smiled knowingly at me as he let me explore his new bigness. Running my
hands over it, my big young cock starting to rise in my shorts as I felt
the familiar crackle and warmth of his fur, the chunkiness of his powerful
body, all augmented by the big swell of his stomach.

"You like it, Kid?" he said, voice all warm and deep and rich, sounding
proud of himself.

I grinned, curled my fingers into the thicket of dark fur between his beefy
pecs, leaned in and kissed his nipple, sucking gently on it, making him
growl and cup the back of my head. Big, juicy, stiff, sensitive man tits,
ones I'd loved to hungrily suck on since we'd first started this incredible
sexual adventure together. Acting out on those latent, sort of weird
desires I'd had since I was a boy.

When I came up off his nips, our kiss was hot and wet and long, intense
with the years of lust, the shared taboo bond between father and son. He
cupped my ass and pulled me in as it deepened, but that big belly of his
got in the way, and we both had to laugh. I ran my hands slowly over it,
exploring this new dimension of him, surprised at how horny it was making
me. It was like there was even more of my father to love, to explore. Maybe
that was it. But no, deep down, it wasn't. He knew it. Clearly remembered,
as well as I did, the things he could get me to say to him, the deep
secrets I could spill when he was fucking me, when I was fucking him. Fuck,
the fantasies my feverish, incest-fogged, crazily creative brain could come
up with.

"What you thinking, buddy?" he said in that low, insinuating, fucking sexy
way he had, as I sank my fingers into the swell of flesh and ran them up
and down, exploring. Then placing my hands on it, and giving him a shy, but
horny grin.

"I'm thinking... thinking you look pregnant, Dad."

My heart raced as we locked eyes, sparkling with heat and hunger. He licked
his lips slowly, the big, rugged, handsome fuck, and nodded at
me. Encouraging me. Throbbing hard in his plaid boxers, getting harder.

"Yeah, big guy," I went on, plunging into it. "All big, thick and pregnant,
Dad. Knocked up with your boy's come. Your son's fucking big baby inside
you. The one I put up there, when I fucked you."

He growled, leaned in and kissed me, wet and thick and horny beyond
belief. Like father, like son.

"Fuck yeah, stud kid," he murmured against my lips. "All pregged up by my
big boy. Carrying your fucking kid inside me, our kid together. You love
that idea, don't you buddy? You and me getting all pregged up. Breeding big
hunky boys like us, together."

"Fuckkkk," I hissed hotly, plugging his mouth with my tongue again as I
squeezed his big round belly. So fucking intense, so easy to believe it was
real, possible. God damn, this was going to be an epic session, even by our
incredible standards.

"Maybe you need to knock me up too, big man," I growled hotly at him as we
worked my clothes off. Felt his hands on my ass, squeezing the big rounded
muscles of my glutes. "Get that big fertile daddy dick up inside your boy,
put a little brother in me, you studly fuck."

It took no time at all to adjust to his new physical dimensions, not as hot
as we'd gotten each other, as deep into our hot, impossible fantasy as we
were. I made my Dad breed me, breed me in our big bed, and then do it again
for good measure. I glowed with satisfaction as he spooned into me
afterwards, his big hairy paws rubbing the muscles of my stomach, just as
if he really had knocked me up, all proud and potent and paternal. As we
drifted off into a sated sleep, I started thinking of ways I could get big
like him too. Yeah, nothing would ever come of it, it was a biological
impossibility... but fuck, it sure would be hot to give it a try.